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3 thoughts on “With And Without”

This poem’s making me consider dimensions or nuances of alone that i might have forgotten or i don’t think i’ve really realized until now. If i was not reading this, and if i only heard this poem, i would consider alone possibly as a loan, or that weight of or burden of being in debt and/or feeling guilt (or being guilty?) and having to climb out of it. It’s also prompting me to remember the advantages and disadvantages, freedoms and nonfreedoms of being alone, and reminds me of Batman (especially the Nowlan/Bale-interpretation in the film “Batman Begins”). Like being alone allows Batman to do the near-impossible things he does, move as fast and stealthily and easily as he does. At the same time, Batman’s being alone/the loss of his parents/having to distance himself from most people in order to fight crime and save lives is a constant cost, sacrifice, challenge for him (and maybe probably even his curse). Relatable, and yet unexpectedly unusual poem. (and obviously good)